Luyện nghe bài hát The Lost Children

Down the hall their ring, their feet are on the run
Phantoms on the winter sky, together do come
lips and eyes of blue, they're carried in the wind
Their laughter filled the countryside but they'll not again

All the games are ended now, their voices have been
Their fathers built the tools of war by they all were killed
Their mothers made the uniforms, showing side they were on
And the young boys were the middle men for the to prey upon

You've seen the fires in the night, the Devil as he smiles
You've heard a mother's mournful cry as she for her child
You've seen the lines of refugees, the of despair
And at the wise men who never seem to care

Goodbye, you lost children, God speed you on way
Your little beds are empty now, your are put away
mother sings a lullaby as she gazes at the floor
Your father builds weapons and marches out once more